A few weeks ago, I wrote about our recent tour of the Mauthausen concentration camp (if you missed it, you can find it here). In the visitor’s center at the end of the tour, a particular exhibit caught my eye. It described a baby named Hana, who was – miraculously – born in the camp shortly before its liberation….

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I used to think there were only two kinds of people in the world – those who were creative and those who were not. Until recently, I would have told anyone who asked that I fell squarely into the second camp. I can’t draw, I’m not particularly crafty, I don’t play an instrument, and I can’t dance or sing…

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